Blood, Plunder and D&D

  As Whisperleaf stared down the huge, steam belching, red metal monstrosity that was barreling toward him at an impossible speed across the dusty red plain, his panicked brain momentarily took a step back and reflected on his situation, in that strange, calm way that panicked brains sometimes have. "How did it come to this exactly?" he thought. For a moment he locked eyes with the poor unfortunate that was chained and bound to the front of the infernal machine. They shared in the momentary communion of the utterly fucked. He thought he saw sympathy in those eyes. And then the Infernal Machine was on him. Whisperleaf tried to dodge out of the way at the last possible instant, but got the timing wrong. He didn't exactly even feel the metal beast strike him, just a momentary shock, and a transient feeling of flying through the air at great speed. And then there was darkness. Just before the darkness set in one final thought lazily crossed his dying mind "I probably sho...

  From a young age, Montero took delight in only one thing. Inflicting pain. A freakishly large child, but still a child, his ministrations were mostly reserved for animals or his fellow children, but as he matured, and grew into a huge hulk of a man, no one was safe from his brutality. Originally a guard at the Vetrini compound in Haven Towne, he quickly came to the attention of Lucius Montero, who saw a potential role the hulking terror could potentially play in the Cerro Rico mines. Lucius always had quite the eye for talent. Chief Enforcer for Cerro Rico was a dream come true for Montero. Here his brutality was not only sanctioned, it was encouraged.  " Make them fear us " Lucius had instructed him. " No methods are off the table my dear Montero, as long as those methods instill fear. Fear is the essence of control ." Thus he stalked the halls of  Cerro Rico  brandishing his long cat of nine tails, using it brutally on the miners, with little excuse required and...